I imagine beloved, calm breath, drawing a thin peaceful line across the ocean. I must know the truth of who I am and that is enough to uproot my existence. I find limitation in spelling my heart’s calling into distinguished words. What language of the heart surfaces out of the depths of our vocal cords? None, I fear. I invite you to sit quietly by my side and listen to the unspoken. Ask no questions, forfeit your own ideas and perceptions – truly listen and you will understand. If not the course of action, then maybe my longing to be free, my longing to sit on a rock and watch the horizons shift into day and night, contented as my breath comes and goes. It’s so simple I cannot explain.<\/p>\n
So there you have the importance I draw from, although I cannot name it. And here you may drop in line with me in some odd and undisrupted support of my quest despite, perhaps not feeling the same trust. And if not, I will with the same conviction pursue my own.<\/p>\n
Trust has me turning my head towards it. I lower my gaze. Trust gently lifts my chin. I open my eyes in recognition of that, which has always been here. The recognition reminds me of the milky windows separating light and dark in a small bathroom, in the house where I grew up. There, impermanently painted on the glass stood a figure behind me. We watched each other as we both appeared in the wooden frame. A window into the veiled core of the soul. We met again under unforeseen circumstances years and years later. You were by my side calming my breath, speaking softly, holding my hand like a father as the impending storm drew dark shadows across the canvas. Trust – feeling held. A leisurely dawn smiling, whilst ever so affectionately placing dew drops one by one on the wakening meadows. A caressing brush of fine hairs on an outstretched arm, barely noticeable, only the mistaken whispers of wind, warming, caring, safekeeping the heart.<\/p>\n
I do not know what I am doing. It may, after all, be a question unanswered by the mind alone. I sought out resolution, attempted to formulate a plan, to draw out coordinates on a map openly laying on my wooden desk. I mistake my own thoughts for a demanding world, asking proof that indeed I have direction. The touch of trust lingering on my brow has taught me otherwise, to keep focus on my cup of coffee, while the chants in and around me heighten into an uproar. A subtle knowing is my guide.<\/p>\n
Life as I have come to know is a brief transmission of colliding stars in quiet space. A relentless force pressing forth the glint on passing waves, bursting mist flickering on trails of sunlight, touching all life form. When I rest within myself, push my elbows against the table and in thoughtless motion lift my cup, I see a coffee stain on a napkin. Only a mark left in short or long attendance of time. I opt to fill mine with the truth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I imagine beloved, calm breath, drawing a thin peaceful line across the ocean. I must know the truth of who I am and that is enough to uproot my existence. I find limitation in spelling my heart’s calling into distinguished words. What language of the heart surfaces out of the depths of our vocal cords? None, I fear. I invite you to sit quietly by my side and listen to the unspoken. Ask no questions, forfeit your own ideas and perceptions – truly listen and you will understand. If not the course of action, then maybe my longing to be free, my longing to sit on a rock and watch … Life’s pull<\/span> weiterlesen